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Lance My Dr. Sweets has been sent home.

Those of you with appointments will have to find someone else to analyse your whinin emotional complaining issues.

If anyone needs me I'll be in my office. Working.

So, just so people know, Lily and Sirius both got sent home this week.

That's it. Yet another depressing Castle Population Update.

Ron's gone.

This sucks. Three of my friends are gone. I don't usually complain, other than by grabbing a bottle. I'm sarcastic, I'm a vampire, and whatever else goes with that. They didn't judge. Here's to two great ladies, and an Irish werewolf. I am happy that Elena is still here. If she wasn't, I wouldn't be sober enough to write this. That's saying a lot.

So that's the end of the emo moment. They don't come around often.

There's a new person at work who, unfortunately, doesn't quite seem to have a good grasp on the idea of praxis in architecture. In layman's terms, knowing how to put theory into practice. They're great with representation work, doing the sketches. There's a detail missing between.

Occasionally, I can't help but think back to my professors in school and wonder how they had such patience. I know, everyone slips up occasionally. There are just occasional moments when it's surprising to realize the specific benefits you have because of the people who influenced you.

So, not only am I doing that school thing but I also managed to snag a part time job as a busboy. Don't worry Elena, school will come first.

And Olive? I will soon have enough for that system so I can take you down in Rock Band.